Life is a matter of choices
made at every fork in the road,
and none made for an easy way
to carry or lighten the load.
But I’ve been strong,
carried on through the fog of life;
able to say
I fought the good fight,
did my very best,
triumphed over my fears
and laid them all to rest.
I’ve made my share of mistakes,
but by my choices I still stand,
for in all my chosen paths,
there’s always been God’s hand
reaching out to guide and comfort
in each and every day,
and in all my darkest hours,
that grace has shone the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Then brave one, walk on! Lovely poem Carolyn